The Typing Witch
I watched the eclipse through a skylight at my hostel in Bogotá, Colombia.
I had spent the day in the Candelaria district, eating delicious meats and cheeses, walking narrow streets, photographing graffiti, having my bag inspected by military men with guns, and learning about Chi Cha.
Now, I watched the eclipse and played cards with strangers. They were a group of Argentinians staying in the same hostel…